The words of a wise man’s mouth are gracious; but a fool is swallowed by his own lips.
The beginning of the words of his mouth is foolishness; and the end of his talk is mischievous madness.
A fool also multiplies words.
Man doesn’t know what will be; and that which will be after him, who can tell him?
The labor of fools wearies every one of them; for he doesn’t know how to go to the city.
Woe to you, land, when your king is a child, and your princes eat in the morning!